Marks of hopelessness

The autumn leaves
leave marks of
hopelessness
on my broken back.

The ground is my home,
the unbearable decay
of my body, my mind.

Dirt follows me around,
keeps pulling me down,
far from safe and sound.

My eyes are now closed,
avoiding the harm of seeing,
my mind is far from being.

The autumn leaves
leave marks of
hopelessness
on my broken back.

My body now decomposed.
All my shortcomings disclosed.
My corpse lies alone,
underneath the gravestone.



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-10-02 at 01:23

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Zoya Zaidi
Don't dispare so much, be brave. Every thing passes... Read my 'WIDOWS...'to know there are others much worse off. there plight is hair raising!
2005-10-02


Commentally Ill
hope is mostly useless anyhow.

tragic scene, i pictured it... as a horror flick being the person with the knife chasing them. lovely, nice thoughts.... not really though. okay, really, but ....

sorry

vivid, picture-painting, morbid

so of course, i like it
2005-10-02


John Ashleigh
At first it was hard to figure, but until I read the whole poem I knew what you meant. I think that was done on purpose, very good.
2005-10-02